What Is Shooting The Moon In Hearts Novels & Stories

"Enos. Enara. Wait up." The children disappeared again in a swirl. The flower field was once more shown but this time it was in full bloom. A young boy and a young girl were making flower rings. "I will marry you, Enos. Ahahahahaha." The scene showed the moon bigger than its usual size and shining so brightly in the starry sky. Enos was looking at it with such intensity from the ground. He was standing by the cliff and the moon was a giant orb behind it just yards away. He jumped from the ground and floated on air and drew himself closer to the moon walking on the passing cloud. He reached his hand forward to touch the moon and his hands passed through it like it was water though it was supp

It was love’s last fight. The village square faded, melting back into the cave’s dark. The silence was loud and deafening. They stood in a big cave. The walls glowed soft pink, like a living heart. In the middle, floating, was the Blood Moon’s heart. It was a swirling, beautiful, terrible knot of light, every stolen smile, every memory of love, every joyful moment from their village, all twisted into a desperate, lonely imitation of a heart. It beat with the pounding they heard outside. Boom. Boom. Boom.

"Well, I guess that was kind of my fault too. We went to one of my clubs and I trusted her with one of Zane's mates, who ended up giving her a shit ton of MoonDrops." "What are MoonDrops?" "A drink made from moonlight. It was most commonly used by wolves to make unwilling mates... willing. It's waters that have been bathed in moonlight for centuries upon centuries. It doesn't do anything to humans, except give them diarrhea from drinking dirty cave water. To shifters, however, it makes them completely primal when it comes to sexual desires. Like, more so than you'd think. If you saw it in action, you would understand why it's banned."

“The moon is too beautiful. Look, a full moon.” She pointed. All of them helplessly looked at the moon pointed out by Shadow. They were under the impression that Shadow was someone who spouted nonsense on the brink of death. She squished her chest. “My crazy heart is beating crazily under the full moon. Tonight is too pretty. It’s perfect to go on a killing spree, don’t you think?” Her smile curled deeper to the impossible level. “You are crazy!” The woman shouted, in panic.

My home was dark, the silence heavy as I poured a glass of whiskey, the burn grounding me. I grabbed a calendar from the counter, my eyes locking on tomorrow’s date, circled in red—the Blood Moon. The frat party. The night they’d try to kill her. My vision flashed again—her heart torn out, blood pooling under that cursed moon. I downed the whiskey, my hand shaking as I set the glass down.

Flameheart The moon is hanging high in the night sky, bathing the New Royal Crescent Moon Pack’s sanctuary in a silvery glow. Whilst I'm lying restless in my bed, my thoughts are tangled in a web of worry and determination. The recent reports of Ambrosia and Damon’s relentless rampage are weighing heavily on my heart, and sleep has eluded me, leaving me tossing and turning in the soft sheets.

I felt happy but deep inside I was always sad. I wasn't able to sleep that night. I kept turning around. The dream I used to have come back. This time I saw his face. His blue eyes sparkled. It had always been him. Mike. He even conquered me in my dreams. He never left me alone. Then, suddenly I was lost in darkness. Pitch black darkness everywhere I looked. But suddenly a beautiful woman came near me. She was dressed in white. Her hair was white as well. She hugged me. She comforted me. "Don't be afraid my child. I am the moon goddess. You are never alone. He is your world." she spoke. A knock on the door woke me up. It was my mom who came to wake me up.

She cooed, "I've been waiting for this day for five years. Just celebrate it for my sake!" Owen saw the radiant smile on her face. Reluctant to let her down, he allowed her to do whatever she wished. On the eighth floor of the Hillington Hotel was a luxury nightclub, frequented by infamous playboys of Alburton City in search of excitement and thrill. After dinner, Sonya led Owen to the nightclub. My spirit tagged along as if it was out of my control. It wasn't my wish to watch their PDA. When we arrived on the eighth floor, they ran into Owen's friends, who were having some drinks. Without hesitation, Sonya dragged Owen to the private lounge occupied by his friends.